You guessed it.
This is an old one. It had a different caption when I first wrote it. I’d seen the moon referred to as a lesser body, so I wrote, “Harv loved to show off his lesser body.” I could rewrite it again as, “Few could deny that Harv had a lesser body.” One of my trials as a cartoonist and perfectionist — as in, always tweaking, not necessarily improving — is deciding on the final caption.
I post this picture every once in awhile as inspiration for those who’d like to draw a cartoon, but believe they can’t.
I’m not saying that everyone can draw a cartoon. But when you look at the early material of many cartoonists — mine, anyway — you’d be reluctant to say with confidence, “This artist will definitely learn how to draw one day. More or less.”
I believe I earned seven dollars, fifty cents for this. I probably owe them change.
(note that my style has changed, but my signature has stayed the same. I remember working on that signature in elementary school. It took time for my skill to catch up with it.)
Amazon had a used copy for sale, ten dollars or so. A bargain. I’m betting that Poky (or Pokey?) is not only riding shotgun, but carrying one. via The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, one of my favorite book blogs.
If this gruesome depiction of death gives you the chills, warm up with a cozy and informative t-shirt at the NeatoShop.
I don’t have the hat anymore, nor the couch it’s sitting on. But I still have the lap board (one word? two words?), and the Rotring pen. I miss the hat and the couch, but mostly the hat. My head is immense, you could set it on a stand and use it as a globe. Not many hats fit. They mostly slide around on the north pole. They can’t stay still. They’re tectonic plates rearranging the Earth. But that modest and otherwise unremarkable hat was just large enough to make itself comfortable.
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